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The Legends of Turnbull Canyon

Posted in Urban Legend with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 4, 2015 by Xander Woolf


Turnbull Canyon is located in Southern California, creating the border between the towns of Wittier and City of Industry (yes, that’s the actual name of the town). It is a popular attraction for hikers and fitness nuts with it’s tough but manageable trails and beautiful scenery. According to locals, however, this canyon is the setting of many a terrifying event. Legend has it that not only is the canyon haunted, but it is also the preferred location for dark magic rituals, human sacrifices, and several grizzly murders. In this post, I will detail as many of the horrific events as I can.

Called “Hutukngna” by the Gabrileños Native Americans, this nature formation was considered off limits as there were numerous sightings of ghosts and evil spirits. It is believed that Turnbull Canyon was the battleground of many Native American Wars. Some locals have claimed that they have heard the sound of war drums coming from the canyon.

This tribe of Native Americans was so named the Gabrileños after converting to Christianity through the San Gabriel Mission. Back in this time, it was not uncommon that Spanish missionaries would kill those who refused to convert. Legend has it that many of these killings took place in the canyon itself. The idea that the spirits of these murdered Natives have lingered lends credence to the belief that the canyon is haunted.

Fast forward to the 1930s. During the Great Depression, the canyon was used for dark and mysterious purposes. Back in that time, it was common for families to send their children to orphanages because they simply did not have the food to feed them. Local legend says that a cult would adopt the children through these orphanages and sacrifice them to Satan in the canyon. Locals have claimed to see the ghosts of these children, as well as hooded figures walking the trails at night. These sightings still occur today.

Within Turnbull Canyon, there is a tree referred to as The Hanging Tree. It is so named because of a man who was found hanging from one of its limbs. Witnesses have said that you can still see this man hanging from the tree at the time of his death. There is no information as to what time of day this might have occurred. I also have no information as to when in history this might have taken place.

In 1952, there was a plane crash, causing 29 deaths, 21 of which were children. An American Airlines plane crashed into the tallest hill of the canyon. There is no record of an American Airlines flight in that area at all and no planes were missing from their fleet. No one on board had identification, including the pilot. The only record of the crash even happening was a small article in the Wittier Daily News. Locals believe that the dark magic that lingers in the canyon caused this horrifying crash to happen.

In 1962, a bizarre death took place. In the ruins of a mental institution that had burned down in the 1940s, a group of teenagers were having a party. One of the boys found an old electroshock machine. When he picked it up, he was electrocuted with a voltage strong enough to be fatal. The bizarre part of the death comes when we find out that the electricity had been shut off after the fire 20 years previously.

In 2002, a young woman by the name of Gloria Gaxiola was murdered on Turnbull Canyon Rd. She was shot, then dragged behind a car down this road for 5 miles. The police caught the killers and administered justice. Being a popular road for racing, there have been other unfortunate auto-related deaths, including that of a CHP motorcycle Officer in Sept. 2005, who was struck by drifters.

Believe it or not, there are even more stories associated with this terrifying location. Located just an hour or so outside of Los Angeles, Turnbull canyon is one of the scariest places I’ve ever researched. Home to ghosts, evil spirits, cults, and other strange occurrences, this canyon just screams “Stay Away!” So, naturally, I want to go there.


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The Legend of Satanville, The Cult House & The Devil’s Road

Posted in Urban Legend with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 6, 2015 by Xander Woolf

Having spent a good portion of my life in Southeastern Pennsylvania, there’s no doubt whatsoever that I’ve driven up and down the Devil’s Road – AKA Satanville – in Chadds Ford, PA. I first heard about this particular road while in college. After hearing about it, some friends and I decided to check it out at 3AM while playing creepy Halloween type music. Suffice it to say, I didn’t sleep that night.

The story I heard was this:

The famous DuPont family lived on a road off of Rt 1. This particular family was into witchcraft and isolation (inbreeding was mentioned). Because of their desire to be isolated, they cast many a black magic spell around their estate. This magic caused the trees to grow away from the road and create a sort of wall between the estate and the road. It’s really very creepy and will give you chills.

The actual story is this:

Cossart Road, known around SEPA and Delaware as The Devil’s Road, is just off of Rt 1 in Chadds Ford, PA. On this road is what is referred to as The Cult House. There are disputes as to who owned this house, ranging from the DuPont family to a satanic cult to the KKK. Legends insisting that the DuPont family owned this house also include the rumor of incestuous unions and disfigured children. The location of The Cult House is unknown – especially since it is against the law to stop and get out of your car on this particular road – but many say that it is a mansion made of white brick or stone with windows the shape of inverted crosses.

Many people say that The Cult House is about midway up Cossart Rd and can be recognized by the strange way that the trees grow. I’ve witnessed this phenomena firsthand. It’s really very scary how the trees grow facing away from the road and, in many cases, facing away from their primary light source. Among these is one in particular called the Skull Tree – AKA The Baby’s Cradle. The Skull Tree’s roots resemble the shape of a skull, leaving just enough room to become a baby cage. Legends say that the DuPont family left their deformed, incestuous babies to die under this tree. Other legends state that this is where the satanic cult would leave their baby sacrifices to the Devil himself. Many people claim that they can hear a baby crying when they pass.

The final part of the story is the part that creeps me out the most. Legends say that The Cult House is guarded by a fleet of red trucks (or black SUVs, depending on who you’re talking to). It is said that when someone locates The Cult House, or drives by too many times, one of these vehicles will run you off the road, however, it is also said that these vehicles do not have a driver. The reason I find this part so scary is because, the night my friends and I went to look for The Cult House, we were being tailgated by a large pick-up truck who refused to back off. Eventually, the driver got so fed up with us that he blared his horn and angrily passed us as we crossed the border into Delaware. It was dark, though, so I couldn’t see inside the truck to ascertain whether or not someone was actually driving.

Another scary note from the night I ventured into Satanville: the moment we turned on to Cossart Road, we were engulfed by fog. Being near the Brandywine River, fog is no big surprise, but the second we crossed the border into Delaware, the fog dispersed as if it was never there. Creepy, right?

I never did see The Cult House itself, but I’m here to say that the trees, the fog and the angry truck driver were enough to scare the shit right outta me.